They returned from the war.
This particular morning, our camp buzzing at dawn. The night before, our team leader announced that local residents had confirmed a site within the nearby forest in the belt region; however, the good mood faded quickly when he told us that “black diggers” had been raided the site several years ago. We hastened to make the exhumation of the soldiers.
When we finally got to the site, a terrible picture unfolded before our eyes: We immediately saw six skulls (mostly complete), other bones, and army shoes stacked on top of each other into a pyramid. Even experienced search engines working for more than one year on the Memory Watch and in the ATO zone with Evacuation 200 (Black Tulip) did not fit into the usual framework of adequacy and common sense: trenches open for the sake of profit, with obvious signs of unselected remains.
Nothing is sacred to “Black diggers.” They destroy sacred spaces for the sake of looting, for building up their private collections. In other words, they don’t mind profiting from death and collective trauma of several nations. It is truly disturbing how people are still capable of disregarding the sacrifice of so many, by casually digging through human remains, irretrievably disrupting intact bodies, throwing pieces away, scattering them as if a human body were some kind of rubbish. The ugly truth: those who should be grateful for the right to live, discredit the memory and the remains of those who defended it by paying the ultimate price.
During a thorough study of the soil, the remains of 10 fighters were found, two of which unfortunately lacked complete anatomical integrity.
Even though we weren’t able to completely finish this site today, our other search groups yielded some encouraging results elsewhere. At one site, we found four German soldiers, complete with tokens and personal belongings, in two shell craters (they presumably died in the explosions). At another site, we successfully exhumed the remains of two Red Army soldiers.
One of the most wonderful parts of digging is meeting the locals. They constantly come from neighboring villages to thank us and offer up any kind of support, including smiles, thank yous, and pleasant surprises like homemade products. Their support infuses us with even more strength for further work.
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